Kitty

He thought he had found the perfect hiding spot. Hiding in the room not often frequented by the small human, he sat still behind an opened curtain. He thought back longingly to when the child had been a babe lying down all day. Now it could move around at will – and it liked nothing better than to pull his tail and fur! Hissing did not help: the child did not let go; and the ones who had brought this monster into our home laughed. I could bear it no more! No matter how much I enjoyed being in this place, I may have to find another.

“Kitty, Kitty. Where you?”

I closed my eyes shut, hoping that I would not be seen.

“Are you looking for Kitty Melissa? Let me help you.”

I felt the curtain had been pulled aside and cringed. Yet when my human picked me up, I could not help my purr of contentment. Her hands were so soft, so gentle.

“Let me show you how to make Kitty happy. Gently stroke his fur like this.”

Miraculously the small hands did not pull my hair. Instead, I felt them pet me lovingly. I purred contently as two pairs of hands stroked me. I could get used to this!

The laughers at fur and tail-pulling deserve to be severely scratched, though, even if they started redeeming themselves! In our household, encounters between self as toddler and household cat only had one outcome – I was always in the wrong!

Nicely done Colline and yes, I think the cat will now stay. I imagine that cats might be thinking like yours did in this story when there are little ones who pull on tails and bite ears. Thanks for writing again for the MFtS challenge and be well… ^..^